The gloss on her lips caught Niall's eye first. The pout they formed by default whenever a confident stranger waltzed up to give their best line revealed sinful temptations. But when they separated a small amount to spew an answer and her eyebrows rose in a challenge, Niall felt his chances increase that much more as each person was turned away. Finally, when he had finished downing his third pint and found a gap in the music, he maneuvered his body from the leather seats of the booth his friends were sat at for the past hour and let the stirring in his pants direct his feet to the bar.
"Evening." His smirk is barely decipherable beneath the dim glow of the bar lights and his eyes, filled with hunger, danced across her bare legs. Her thighs were hardly covered by the form-fitting dress and the stilettos hugging her crossed ankles made her skin appear particularly delectable. The painted, pouting lips left the glass of scotch and when the taunting gaze of the stranger finally met Niall's, her eyes widened in recognition.
"You know me?" He more-so announces than questions over the pound of glass on the dark, wood bar.
"You have a familiar face, that's for sure." She remarks, allowing Niall to bask in the voice he'd been curious about since the start of the night. "Let me guess," she locks her fingers together and lays them over one of her freshly shaved knees, "you want your 'designated seat' back."
"Actually, I was hoping for your number." Her dark-coated lashes flutter in a succession of surprised blinks. Scoffing, her lips fall from their part and separate in awe.
"You sure don't waste time."
"Well, small talk only gets in the way, right?" Normally, Y/N would have cringed at the fact that the artist used his own line to get ten digits in his phone. But the only reason she refused to hand out her number to any other contender that night was that she caught sight of him earlier in the night, too. A small hope grew inside of her with each person she turned down, and each subtle glance he delivered her afterward. They were both fishing for each other, it seemed. And Y/N was ready to finish reeling him in.
Humming, she nods. "I admire your efficiency." A manicured finger grips one of Niall's belt loops without the man's permission and tugs him closer to her sitting frame. Tilting her head up, she allows Niall a deep inhale of her perfume and peruse of her neck that he so eagerly wanted to litter with bites and marks. "How about we speed this up a little more? I'll give you my address and you get the Uber." Her warm breath and wet lips barely grazed the shell of his ear and Niall felt his pants tighten at an incredible rate. Seconds later, he was fishing his phone from his pocket and typing the fastest he ever had.
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Her whimpers were a symphony, the bouncing whines entering Niall's ears were gratifying and motivating each movement of his slender digits. The few fingers he had been teasing her entrance with the last few minutes were highlighted by the small glow of the bedside lamp. Niall observed the nectar varnishing his fingers with a low chuckle. That noise was enough to make the knots inside of Y/N tighter, but Niall bringing the sticky wetness to his pink mouth for a sample had her bucking her hips up, impossibly keen. The sinful suck that echoed around the bedroom and moan that followed after was a catalyst for her lips to begin trembling.
Her hips bucked upward once more but were stopped halfway by Niall's calloused hand. He pulled his other away from his mouth with a sultry smile. Though he is a massive fan of Guinness, he is convinced that the taste of her is truly the perfect cocktail.
"You taste so sweet, petal. I think I'm gonna need more." Both were panting from the steamy tension surrounding them. As badly as her legs wanted to clamp shut, she allowed Niall's hands to pull them apart and present herself to him. "Fuck, such a beautiful pussy." He whispered, admiring her wet, dripping center in all its glory. He elicits a sinister chuckle as his head nears the place his fingers once were and begins placing small kisses and bites along her thighs.
"Niall, please just—" Her breathing becomes shattered and forming words is now an impossible task as her clit is met with a small, hasty lick of his tongue. Next, the pink muscle runs between her lips, separating them much like her thighs for a better taste of her wetness. He groans as the flavor introduces itself to his taste buds once more and not long after he is burying his face so far against her middle her hands are grasping her bedsheets in desperation. Her body is writhing violently against the bed despite Niall's hold against her legs and continuous growls to stay still.
"You want to come, don't you?" She whimpers in desperation when Niall brings his head away. His mouth and everything surrounding it was now coated in her slick juice.
"Yes." She breathes, chest heaving. Her hips jerk slightly when Niall's hand administers a slap to her thigh.
"Yes, who?"
"Yes, sir." She squeaks, cheeks reddening.
"Then be a good girl and stay still for me." Slurping noises and blissful moans follow his direction, as he brings his face down to her once more. His tongue darts back and forth from her dripping hole to her sensitive clit. Occasionally his lips would suck the small nub and earn delighted squeals in return.
"Niall, I'm gonna—I'm gonna come! Sir, please make me come!"
"That's it petal, say my name." He encourages, focusing all his attention on her pleasure. Somewhere in the midst of him viciously eating her out, her fingers abandoned the bedsheets to tangle themselves in his brunet tendrils. The groan Niall let out as her fingernails grazed at his scalp only pleasured her further. His grip on her legs grew impossibly hard, and she reveled in the possibility of having bruises there tomorrow. The ever-tightening feeling in her abdomen unraveled not long after as she screamed Niall's name like a deity one would pray to. The harsh flicks of his tongue prolonged her high, and when she was prepared for him to pull his mouth from her center, the thrumming of her heart against her ribcage quickened when he didn't.
"Wait, Niall." She tugged against his locks and mewled as the sweet vibrations of his moan made contact with her skin again.
"What? You didn't think I was done, did you petal?" One of his hands loosens its grip on her leg and travels to her hole. He inserts three of his digits inside of her, keeping her bottom half down with his other hand as she desperately tried fucking herself against the slow-pistoning fingers. "I'm gonna suck you dry." He declares, removing his fingers and licking them clean as he did earlier. "And you're gonna take it, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir." She replies, lips now lacking their glossy sheen from her constant licking and biting of them. Another low chuckle sounds from him as his tongue darts to get a taste of the substance on his chin.
"Good." He replies before returning for more of his perfect cocktail.
